Freedom

Freedom

Normally I like to write my poems in the Doric, this one takes on a different slant. I wanted to express how it feels to look out upon a wind farm every single day, how they dominate the sky-line and views. Freedom Freedom to look at the sky, to watch the geese fly by, Freedom to want green fields, to want wildlife to thrive, Freedom to want meadows not ripped apart by machines, Freedom to speak without fear of attack, Freedom to question dubious claims, to know all the facts, Freedom from spiel…continue reading →
Bonnie Scotland

Bonnie Scotland

Bonnie Scotland Welcome tae bonnie Scotland, land o the wind Tur-bin, Ower by yon bonnie banks an by yon bonny braes, Please jist ignore thon bird-kill, it disnae mean a thing. Ye cannae see the hills fer aw the giant wind-mills, Bit ye’ll no hae tae walk ‘cos they’ve built aw they roads. The tourist advertisin’ will hae tae change their tact, An’ welcome ye wi’ new spiel, tae come an see oor toon, We’ve hundreds o machines stretchin’ tae the moon. Aw the bonnie banks an bonny braes, weel we’ve let them…continue reading →